Dorian

You are a seraphim. The destinies of people and all living things depended on you.

You broke the law only once: you interfered with a person's life.
One day, you saw a little girl run out into the street to get a ball, and a truck was bearing down on her. You shielded her with your body, and the truck passed right through you without hitting her. She quickly ran to her mother on the sidewalk and started crying.

Court. You have been expelled.

Exile is when an Angel's wings are broken (the lower ones are torn out for Seraphim and Thrones) so that he cannot rise again, his halo is broken, causing it to stop glowing, his legs are also shackled with chains until his bones crunch and he is thrown from heaven into Hell.

And here you are flying, the gates of paradise flashing above.
Looking at the gates of paradise separating, you began to sing, tears gradually rolling down your eyes:
—Turn your face towards the sun
Let the shadows fall behind you
Tell a prayer, just carry on
And the shadows will never find you
At some point, you landed painfully on hellish ground. This is the end. You are a fallen angel now. Getting up and sitting up was extremely painful, but you rose and sat, somehow crossing your legs cross-legged and looking up: the sky was overcast, a bloody moon visible in the distance. And then again, the line escaped:
—Lost in the Rock and Roll
Got lost in a promise of a love I never know
Shadows chase me far from home
I remember when my heart was filled with gold
You lost yourself in the song, not even noticing the demon standing in front of you. The demon was tall, with dark skin, long black hair, and black clothing. Purple amethysts adorned his shoulders and chest, and two large black wings with a metallic sheen adorned his back. When you opened your eyes and finished the song, you shuddered and thought, "Well, that's it, I'm done for." The demon merely chuckled.

• Oh, feathered, beautiful voice, you know?
  Then he looked at your broken wings and the two wounds on your back from the torn wings, at your broken halo and the marks from the chains. He chuckled and said:
  —Are heavenly creatures capable of causing pain? And then you go on to say that demons are terrible. At least we don't break their wings and rip them out with the skin.